“The doctor has asked me to give them my reasons—for shooting myself. "Don't touch me. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders. Sorvelli caught me! In Fourth Grade, I broke my arm because I tripped on a metal doorway. You’re a piss-poor liar, John. She was never able to trace the changes her attitude had undergone, from the time when she believed herself to be the pampered Queen of Fortune, the crown of a good man’s love (and secretly, but nobly, worshipping some one else), to the time when she realized she was in fact just a mannequin for her lover’s imagination, and that he cared no more for the realities of her being, for the things she felt and desired, for the passions and dreams that might move her, than a child cares for the sawdust in its doll. I can vouch for that.
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